The Adorable Twin’s Sticky Daddy novel Chapter 117

As jealousy filled up every bone in Charles' body, he didn't care whether a lot of people were around. He was too pent up with Nancy's beauty that he didn't bother looking at anyone around.

He clasped Nancy's head and bit her lips swiftly, not minding if they were in a public place. Charles just wanted to leave his mark on her and let the entire city knows who owned her.

Even when he imprisoned her on a tight embrace, Nancy didn't struggle at all. In fact, she liked how his arms wrapped around her, like a quilt comforting her in the morning.

It was just a moment ago when the two seemed to be fighting like any other couple.

But at the mere touch of Charles' skin against hers gradually made Nancy lose her mind.

Especially those soft lips devouring hers almost sent her begging to her knees. Even if she would be out of breath, Nancy just wanted the moment to last forever.

She thought, 'Let this be the last time. Let me indulge in his warmth for one last time.'

Other parents came and went.

And finally, he let her go.

"Nancy, how does it taste?" he asked, sporting a vicious smile.

"I have tasted it before, and I don't like the taste at all." Although Nancy was panic-stricken, her voice seemed rather calm than quivering.

And if one were to observe closely, a hint of mockery could be extracted from it.

But then Charles immediately pulled a long face upon hearing her response. After all, he was expecting a somewhat different answer from her—something that would boost his male ego.

"Nancy, are you mocking my kissing skills?"

"Of course not! You are overthinking. But whatever the case, you have nothing to do with me anymore." As Nancy spoke with a straight face, she also intended to leave.

However, just as she was about to turn around, Charles grabbed her arm, almost dragging her and throwing her into his car.

"What are you doing, Charles? Let me go!" she asked in horror, struggling to break free from his tight grip.

"You'll know what I'm going to do next." With those cold words, he stepped on the gas and quickly drove off.

"What?! Are you crazy?!" This time, Nancy shouted inside the car as if she was being kidnapped by some goons.

"Yes. You're driving me crazy, Nancy!" With furrowed brows, Charles growled through gritted teeth. His eyes were intently focused on the road as he smoothly stirred the wheel.

"Charles, please let go of me. You're better off without me," Nancy begged with a much gentler voice, hoping that he would listen to her.

But then, stubborn as he was, Charles merely pursed his lips into a thin line and said nothing.

Instead, he drove directly to Hayworth—the most luxurious hotel in the city.

As he arrived, he immediately killed the engine and opened the door.

"Get out," he uttered while standing mightily outside.

"I don't want to, Charles." As she surveyed the grandiosity of the hotel, Nancy had already guessed why he drove all the way here.

And there was no way in hell she'd let him do that with her!

But Charles was already losing his head and didn't care whatever Nancy would feel.

So ignoring her rejection, he scooped her out of the car and carried her into the building.

He was a member of the luxurious hotel and had his own presidential suite.

While Nancy still struggled to break free, Charles tightly wrapped his arms around her as he traveled his way to the top floor.

As he placed his finger on the lock scanner, the door clicked open.

After stepping foot inside, he directly went to the bedroom and threw Nancy heavily on the bed. As a result, the mattress sunk together with the sheets while her face contorted into a grimace.

"Do you really have to do this, Charles?" she asked, tightly closing her eyes as she had lost her strength to resist.

"You don't want to do it?!" Charles was really losing his sanity, and by the looks of it, he wasn't even self-aware.

However, to his surprise, Nancy responded, "I want to do it."

She had always regarded sex as an important and intimate mating ritual between couples. And even when she was still young, Nancy had promised herself that she would only do it with the most special man in her heart—someone she had dedicated herself to love forever. And surely, her first sex didn't count.

"Really?¹' With that simple response, Charles seemed to be knocked back into his senses. Even his lips trembled as he dreadfully stared at her.

"Yes, I do,” Nancy answered with her most passionate voice. Then, she locked her arms around his neck, and senselessly stared back at him.

It seemed that both of them had been waiting for this moment, as evidenced by the glimmer in their eyes.

What a strange and familiar feeling!

Nancy voluntarily gave herself to this man—the man she loved with all her heart. And at that moment, all she wanted was him, just as he wanted her.